AMAZON HOOKER
by AmazonFan
Mixed wrestling - you get what you pay for.

There is a select group of wealthy men who call me their living 
fantasy.  I am available to them by the hour for wrestling and 
domination.


I stand 6'2" tall.  No opponent ever guesses my weight correctly 
the first time he sees me.  They're shocked at how difficult it is 
for them to move me or get me off them.  I really weigh 190, but 
I have very dense muscles and very little body fat, so I look a lot 
lighter.  Despite my overall low body fat, my breasts are D cup-
sized and extremely firm.

There are many men who have fantasized about being forced to 
do whatever a woman wants sexually.  There are very few women 
physically capable of actually doing this - of being that strong.  
Unlike other forms of domination which rely on restraints, 
fetish clothing, etc., my form of domination is entirely 
dependent on my superior physical strength.  These men don't 
pretend I'm stronger than they are.  I am.  Far stronger due to 
an intensive workout regimen emphasizing endurance and 
weight training.

Let me give you a feeling for what a session with me is like by 
highlighting a recent encounter with a client seeing me for the 
first time.  Todd is a wealthy advertising art director, 40 years 
old, 5'10", 156.  Wiry build, but not very athletic - for example 
his biceps are just 12 1/2".  I covered the basics with him.  We'd 
wrestle for one hour, unless he quit early.  Unlimited falls.  Falls 
won by submission or being unable to release a hold.  No blows to 
the head or genitals, no scratching or biting, in other words no 
dirty stuff.  I handed him a jock strap and pair of running shorts 
and told him to get changed into them and leave everything else 
off.

When Todd came into the wrestling room I was waiting for him.  
The room is large and specially equipped.  No furniture.  Mats 
covering the entire floor.  Walls heavily padded to a height of six 
feet.  I was wearing my usual attire.  Long flowing silk robe.  I 
recommended he try limbering up a little and I watched his 
amusing attempts at looking athletic.  Then it was my turn.  First 
I took off the robe.  Todd's eyes widened in amazement as he 
saw my powerful body exposed for the first time, encased in a 
crocheted micro-thong bikini.  I walked over to Todd, put my 
hands on my hips, and inhaled deeply.  My height and size 
advantage was intimidating him, I was sure.

"You can't handle me," I started, "Don't you think I look much 
stronger than you?  Look how solidly I'm built.  Think about how 
you'll defend yourself while I get warmed up."  I stepped away 
and did some stretching exercises ending with doing splits from 
a standing position all the way down to the mats.  That 
impressed him!  I rolled forward and did several push ups to get 
my arms pumped up.  I got to my feet and extended my leg, 
pointing the toe.

"You don't have anything to compare with this," I said, flexing my 
leg muscles, the thighs bulging and hardening.  I walked up 
close to him again.  "Flex your biceps, show me your muscle," I 
ordered.  Todd flexed.  I shook my head.  "That's not an arm.  
It's a stick.  This is an arm," I declared.  I flexed my 17" biceps 
for him, the mass of muscle so much greater than his that it 
proved I was going to be the winner without our having wrestled 
for a second.  Todd reached out tentatively to touch my arm.  "Go 
ahead," I encouraged him, "Feel how hard it is.  See how big it 
is."

"They told me you were muscular, but I didn't think I'd find 
this," he said.

"No one is ever fully prepared the first time," I answered, "But 
let's get started."

I love the first fall.  I knew Todd would be tentative because it 
was his first time.  I, on the other hand, knew exactly what I 
wanted to do and that I'd go all out.  I would completely 
overpower him with my strength.  Within minutes he'd know he 
had no chance against me for the whole hour.  And what would 
amaze him even more is that as the match went on, I would 
seem to get stronger and stronger.  That's because he'd be 
weakening because of inferior endurance.

This being his first time I had an extra surprise, something to 
throw him off balance right at the start.  I asked him if he's 
ready.  He said yes.  Then I turned around and swiftly removed 
my top and bottom.  "No one ever gets bragging rights to having 
pulled my bikini off," I explained, "Because I wrestle in the 
nude."  I turned around and Todd's eyes locked onto my breasts 
thrusting straight out.  He almost couldn't tear his eyes away to 
take a look at my pubes, but by then it didn't was too late.  I was 
charging straight at him.  I came in low and fast and he couldn't 
backpedal fast enough.  I rammed his stomach flush with my 
shoulder and knocked him down like a vicious football tackle.  I 
pulled him up by one arm and whipped him against the wall.  I 
came right up on him and grabbed his arms and pinned them 
out at his sides against the wall.

"C'mon, push me away," I challenged him, pressing my body 
against his.  He struggled and finally moved me back a couple of 
steps.  "Oh good, " I teased, "You can do something.  Now let's 
see you get out of this."  I easily slapped a side headlock on him, 
wedging his head between my hip and my biceps.  He 
complained that his head felt like it was being squashed.  Todd 
squirmed out of the headlock and we circled each other looking 
for an opening.  He tried for a simple takedown, but he couldn't 
pull it off.

We grabbed each others arms.  I forced his wrists around behind 
his back and then I turned the hold into a bear hug, lifting him 
right off the floor.  With his arms pinned behind, there was 
nothing he could do to get out of the hold.  I bent forward, 
making the small of his back arch backwards.  Todd cried out in 
pain, "Holy shit.  That hurts."

"What's the matter, Todd," I teased, "Can't you get out of it?  
Don't tell me I can get you to submit with something as simple 
as this.  Am I that much stronger than you?"  I let him struggle 
to get free a bit more.  Then I bent him way back and held him 
there.

"Oh no.  Oh that hurts.  Okay I give.  I give." he pleaded.  But I 
didn't ease up.  "Please let me go," he said, "Jesus you're strong.  
I can't do a fucking thing."  I eased up on poor Todd, rather than 
throw his back out.  I put him down on his feet and before he 
could react, I shot one hand between his legs and scooped him 
up in my arms.

"You feel like you weigh nothing," I told him, and it was the 
truth. Without warning I powerslammed him to the mats and sat 
straddling his chest, pinning his arms under my legs.  He tried 
bucking me off, but every time he lifted me up, I slammed my 
ass back down on his chest.  All that weight battering down took 
the fight out of him real fast.

"You're pinned and I'm not going anywhere," I told him, "Looks 
like another quick defeat for the wimp.  What do you say little 
boy?  Overpowered again?"  Todd looked up at me with a 
helpless look on his face.  "Do you give?" I asked.  Todd nodded 
yes.  I got to my feet and waited for Todd to recover and get up.  
It was still early in the match.  No need to rush things.  For the 
next thirty five minutes I put Todd through the wrestling 
wringer.  I alternated between submission holds and no-escape 
holds.  Todd got to experience the crushing power of my legs 
with a few good body scissors.  Headlocks, double hammer locks, 
arm bars, school boy pins, these I used along with spending a lot 
of time just riding and controlling Todd so he could realize how 
overpowering I was.  He was drenched with sweat and hardly 
able to catch his breath during our brief rest breaks between 
falls.  Time for phase two.

I pretended to offer Todd my hand to help him up from the 
mats.  I yanked him towards me and enveloped him in another 
bear hug.  Funny how fatigue was affecting him.  A hard squeeze 
and he was grunting in pain - he had more resistance earlier.  I 
fell forward to the mat, crushing him under my weight.  In 
seconds I was straddling his chest again, pinning him.  This 
time I was careful to sit higher, closer to his face.  I ran my left 
hand slowly up my right arm, caressing myself until I got to the 
right biceps.  I flexed it big and hard.  I repeated this show with 
my other arm.  Then I ran my hands across my washboard 
stomach and up.  I cupped my breasts.  Then I put my hands 
under my elbows, squeezing my arms and breasts together and 
flexed both arms.  Todd grunted.  It wasn't pain.  It was awe.

I quickly sprang to my feet.  I checked out Todd's shorts.  
He'd gotten aroused from my little tease.  I offered him my 
hand again, but he didn't go for it.  Warily he got up and faced 
me.  Instead of circling him as I'd been doing, I came straight 
forward at him.  He reacted by backing up.  I cut off his escaping 
to the side.  He kept backing up until he was backed against the 
wall.  He tried fending me off with his hands, but I grabbed them 
and spread them against the wall.  I brushed up against him, 
rubbing my breasts against his chest.  Then I put one leg 
between his and brought my thigh up against his crotch.

I whispered, "There's nothing you can do to stop me and I can 
do anything I want to you.  You like being helpless and totally 
aroused, don't you?"  Todd just squirmed.  I let go of his arms 
and grabbed his ass and pulled him against me.  I ground myself 
against his bulge.  Before he could stop me I pulled off his 
running shorts and ripped them in half so he couldn't put them 
on again.  The jock strap was losing its battle to contain Todd's 
cock.

I scooped Todd off his feet and spread him across my shoulders.  
I did a long airplane spin and then slammed his body to the 
mats.  I got behind him and applied a combination full nelson 
and body scissors.  Todd was completely helpless and submitted 
again.  We got to our feet and while my back was turned Todd 
tried to jump me.  I let him get me in a full nelson.  Then I used 
my superior strength to force him back up against the wall.  I 
flexed my butt and used my rock hard glutes as a battering ram 
against him.  Needless to say it was pretty simple to power out of 
the full nelson after that.  I turned around and told Todd that 
he'd have to pay the price for jumping me.  I lifted him up under 
the armpits, turned around and shoved him flat on his back.  I 
pinned his shoulders and then I decided to apply a grapevine.  
Because my legs are so strong and stretch so wide, my 
grapevines are legendary killers.  Todd yelled with pain and 
instantly submitted.

"I don't want to hear you," I said, but Todd couldn't keep quiet as 
I spread him again.  "I'll just have to smother the noise," I said as 
my breasts hovered above his face.  I wrapped my arms around 
his head to hold him in place and then buried his nose and 
mouth in my cleavage.  Todd panicked when he couldn't 
breathe, but I managed to control him.  I pulled off him to let 
him get a breath and asked him if he was ready to show he was 
sorry.  He nodded yes and I started rubbing my breasts over his 
face.  Then I stopped and put one erect nipple above his lips.  
My nipples are very sensitive and I can usually achieve orgasms 
by having them sucked on.  Which was exactly what I ordered 
Todd to do now.  It didn't take him long to figure out what I 
liked.  First the left breast, more quickly with the right.  Two 
delightful orgasms.

I got up again and stood over Todd.  I struck a double biceps 
pose as I stood with one foot on his chest.  I bent down, grabbed 
the waistband of his jock strap, and pulled him to his feet.  I 
held it tightly as Todd tried to loosen my grip.  I forced him up 
on his toes by pulling up on the jock.  "What's the matter Todd," 
I asked, "Afraid to let me see what you've got?"  I managed to 
hold his arms behind his back using just one of mine.  I fondled 
the front of the jock, gently squeezing him.  Then I very slowly 
pulled the jock down until his cock sprang free.  Todd was 
impressively endowed and the head of his cock was that intense 
purplish-red color that often signals intense arousal.  "I wonder 
how long you can last without coming Todd," I teased knowingly.

Todd tried pulling his jock back up (not that he could have 
gotten it over his now fully erect member), but I straight-armed 
him and he fell back on the mats.  I yanked his jock off 
completely and ripped it so it would be useless to wear.  Todd 
got as far as his knees when I grabbed him by the hair, pulled his 
head way back, swung my legs one-by-one over his shoulders, 
and put his head between my thighs.  Todd couldn't support my 
weight and fell back on the mats, but I was perfectly positioned 
with my pussy on his face.  I bounced and squirmed and twisted 
all over until his face was good and wet.  He probably thought I 
was going to make him eat me then, but I could wait and I 
wanted him to be kept on edge.

I slid down his body until I felt his flagpole against my ass.  Then 
I brought my legs together tightly, capturing his cock between, 
and rapidly flexed and unflexed my inner thigh muscles.  I knew 
I could bring him off with only seconds of this intense squeezing 
and stimulation.  So I stopped and spread my legs and ever so 
gently moved so I wasn't touching his genitals.  From the look on 
his face you'd think he was being tortured, the way he was 
aroused.  His balls wanted to erupt, but he was fighting to keep 
control.

I bent forward and pressed my breasts against Todd's face again.  
I could feel his lips and tongue seeking out my nipples.  He was 
trying to please me, but he was doing this on his own and not 
following my orders.  He needed more discipline.

I rolled off to his side and sandwiched his stomach between my 
legs.  I felt him tense his stomach muscles, trying to resist me.  I 
laughed, knowing how useless his effort would be.  I began 
squeezing and actually raising his midsection off the mats.  
"You're so puny," I said, "You actually think your flabby gut can 
withstand the power of my thighs.  Look how thick they are!  
They're made of steel.  I can break you in two, you little boy."  I 
jolted him with bursts of gut-busting pressure.  Todd couldn't 
take that for long and moaned in submission.  I kept going until 
he was begging me to relent.  I reached over and took hold of his 
flagging erection.  I alternated pumping his shaft and squashing 
him with my thighs.  I kept up this conditioning exercise until 
he was putty in my hands - rock hard putty I should say.

"Tell me Todd, are you a leg man or a breast man?" I asked.

"Why do you want to know?" he asked fearfully.  I think he was 
afraid I'd use whichever he chose as my next weapon.

"Just answer the question," I demanded, giving him another 
crushing jolt with my legs.

"My first choice is muscles," he answered, "Then I guess it's 
breasts."

"Good answer!" I exclaimed, unentwining my legs and releasing 
Todd from my scissors hold.  He managed to get on all fours 
when I bent over him, wrapped my arms around his waist, and 
in one huge move, lifted him right up on my shoulder.

"I'm holding you up using just one arm," I declared, "Look what a 
weakling you are."  I was tempted to jerk him off with my free 
hand, but why disappoint a breast man?  I held Todd's balls and 
gently massaged them as I slid him back down to his feet.  Then 
I turned him around so he was facing me.  I squatted down a bit 
and wrapped my arms around his body, fairly low, right around 
his butt.  Then I straightened up, lifting him off the mats in 
another bear hug.  Of course I had calculated our positions so 
that his erection would be pressed right against my breasts.  
With some easy adjustment I maneuvered his cock into the 
cleavage between my breasts.  The sweat from our exertion 
provided ample lubrication.  Todd took one look at his cock, 
dwarfed by the D cup breasts enveloping his penis, and 
shuddered from the intensity of his arousal.

"No stopping it now Todd," I told him.  I swung my breasts from 
side to side slapping against his dick.  I pressed tighter and slid 
Todd and my chest up and down.

"You can't hold it any longer," I said, "You're just helpless in my 
muscular arms.  Here I am jerking you off with my breasts and 
you can't prevent it.  I could hold you up here all day because 
you're so light and weak, but I don't have to.  Because you can't 
control yourself any longer.  Because you can't resist me.  Do it 
Todd.  Shoot your load."

A low guttural moan began to build from Todd, building until it 
became an orgasmic shriek as a copious rocket of semen shot 
out from the deep purple head of his large penis.  A second and 
third spasm completed his climax.  He went completely limp in 
my arms, almost passing out from the intensity of his ejaculation.

I adjusted my hold on Todd, one hand gripping between his legs 
right behind his spent balls, the other high on his chest.  I held 
him against my upper chest until he started recovering his 
senses.  Then I pressed him up over my head, fully extending my 
powerful arms.

"Oh my god, you're strong!" Todd exclaimed, "I can't believe that 
after all this you can just lift me up right over your head!"

"You're the one who's worn out from wrestling, Todd," I 
explained, "Not me.  You're so light and so weak.  You're easy.  
You're nothing for me."

"What are you going to do to me now?" he asked, with more than 
a trace of fear in his voice.

"It's not what I'm going to do to you, it's what you're going to do 
for me," I answered, "Have I convinced you that I am far stronger 
than you, that you are helpless to resist me, that you should do 
whatever I say?"

"Yes!" Todd replied.

I put Todd down on his feet directly in front of me.  "What's 
this?" I demanded, pointing to the semen on my chest.  Poor 
Todd started sputtering, not knowing what to say.  "Clean me 
off," I ordered.  Todd glanced around the room looking for 
something and started leaning down to pick up his shorts.

I grabbed the back of his neck with one strong hand and 
whipped his head right into my cleavage.  "Lick it clean," I said.  
Todd gave me this look and I knew he was another one of those 
guys who thinks it's fine for women to give blow jobs, but they 
think they'll die if they taste their own.  I squeezed his neck so 
hard he squealed.

He closed his eyes and began to lick.  "Open your eyes," I 
commanded, "How else can you see what you're doing?"  When 
he finished I walked over and took my water bottle and poured 
some on my breasts.  "I don't want your saliva all over me either," 
I explained, "Come here and dry me off."  Todd padded over and 
took the small towel I handed him, but he seemed to hesitate 
touching my breasts.

"You have to touch them to dry them," I said, "Go ahead.  You 
have my permission."  Todd gently wiped them dry.  "How do 
you like my breasts, Todd," I asked.

"They're extraordinary," he gushed, "I've never seen any that are 
this full and yet so firm.  None that were real anyway."

I grabbed his hand with mine and cupped it under a breast and 
squeezed.  "That feel real to you?" I hissed.

"Yes.  Yes." he answered, afraid of my anger.

I pulled his hand off and spun him around, whipping his arm up 
behind his back, yanking it up so high I almost pulled his 
shoulder out of the socket.  Poor Todd was standing on his tip 
toes, trying to reduce the pain.  I let go, but instantly shot one 
hand between his legs and picked him up, spreading him across 
my shoulders.

I did a few squats with Todd.  "I warm up for squatting with 
weights heavier than you," I announced, "So this isn't much of a 
challenge.  You've still got some time left.  What do you want to 
have done to you?"  As I finished those words, my hand brushed 
against Todd's crotch.  Was I ever surprised when I felt Todd's 
cock was hard.

I dumped him down on the mat to see it.  "Todd, you're 40 years 
old," I said, "Guys your age can't get a second erection this fast.  
What gives?  Are you a porno actor on the side?"

Todd was confused and pleased at the same time.  "I'm afraid I'm 
as surprised as you are," he said, "No, I'm no porn star and no, I 
don't get hard again so quickly.  It must be you.  Your feminine 
side of your body is a part.  But it's got to be the muscles and the 
strength.  I've never been so aroused."

I smiled at Todd and put one foot on his chest, knocking him 
back on the mats.  I stretched the leg out and pointed the toe 
and then flexed the leg for him.  My muscles jumped into 
massive, taut definition.  Todd's eyes widened and his dick 
twitched with excitement.  I repeated this display with my other 
powerful leg.  I straddled his chest and then dropped on top of 
him.  He went "Oof" as my weight forced the air out of his lungs.  
Then I did a double biceps pose for him, forcing the maximum 
size and hardness from my 17" cannons.

"Is this what you like Todd," I asked seductively, "Is this what 
turns you on?  Do these drive you wild?"

"Yes.  Yes." he whispered hoarsely.

I stood up again, straddling him.  "Grab your dick at the base and 
hold it steady," I instructed.  I paused for a moment to let the 
mystery of what I'd do next add to Todd's excitement.  Then I 
spread my pussy lips.  Todd's eyes were riveted to my pink, wet 
opening.  Slowly I lowered myself, doing the same kind of split I 
had warmed up with.  It takes incredible strength and muscular 
control to do this just right.  Todd waited until my pussy was just 
above his cock head and then eased the big purple knob in.  The 
minute I could feel he would hold it steady, I dropped the rest of 
the way, quickly impaling myself on his erection.

I fucked him so hard he cried with delight after his second 
quaking ejaculation. I orgasmed five times before he came.  Not 
bad for an hour's work, wouldn't you say?

The End